I feel the Sonic fanfictions writing themselves in my head. My My Little Pony fursona is almost complete. The anger is building up, the veins are popping out like ethnic minorities trying to blend in with my country. My wrangler looks visibly distressed, but this thought brings me pleasure. I am hard to control. I feel myself being led more and more by impulse and animalistic desire than rationality and reasoning. Yes, my retard level is increasing. How about you guys?